Chapter 140

What is Responsibility?

The woman, her gaze filled with a strange sense of relief, spoke of its meaning.

"While I was bedridden, I thought about it. I've lived my life no different from a blind fool, so at the very least, I should be the one to put an end to it myself..."

Tears fell down her face.

Was their meaning regret? Or perhaps, self-loathing?

Maybe both, I thought.

"I know I have no right to ask this. But still, I want to ask you for this one thing."

It was less a request and more of a plea.

Before me, there was only a wilting flower.

Her already frail complexion only growing more withered.

Adulthood was such a pathetic thing.

I was no different.

I couldn't turn away from the reflection of my past self in her eyes.

Drenched in sorrow and emptiness, I gave my answer.

"If that is truly your will."

A single phrase, permitting the conclusion she sought.

A faint smile curled on the drunkard’s lips.

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